Page 37 of The Life We Left Behind

“Let go, Laney. Show me that beautiful face you make when you come,” I crooned.

My thumb moved to her clit, and she ground her hips down, desperate for me.

“That’s my girl. Show me what you want.”

Her hands, which had been gripping the edges of the tub, moved. She slipped one behind my neck, pulling my head tight against her neck as I felt her fingers join my thumb at her clit.

“Bite me,” she moaned as her fingers tangled with mine, and we worked in tandem to push her toward the orgasm she was desperately careening toward.

I sucked hard, my teeth biting down softly, giving her just the edge of pain she wanted. It was the final thing that she needed, and Delaney’s hips thrust hard against my hand as every muscle in her body tensed, and she shouted out in pleasure.

I didn’t let up for a second, even when she started to squirm and twist to escape my touch. I teased her hard little clit, drawing out the orgasm until she took a sobbing breath, pleasure overloading her system to more than she could handle.

Only then did I let her rest.

For now, at least.

I kissed her softly over the faint mark on her neck that had the caveman inside me growling in pleasure, and as I pulled my hand away from her core, her hips moved to chase it.

I smiled against the softness of her skin. “Don’t worry, baby. I’m far from done with you yet.”

Slipping my hand under her chin, I tipped her head back further to give me access to her lips and kissed her, wishing Ihad the taste of her release against my lips. She panted softly, relaxing into me, and I gently ran my hands over her body.

It was impossible not to touch her. Not to revel in the fact that this beautiful woman was back in my life once more. So much had happened between us, both good and bad, and yet here we were on the precipice of a second chance if we were brave enough to take it. If she was forgiving enough to give it to me.

I didn’t deserve it. I knew it as well as I knew that this could be the last time I got to hold her in my arms. There was no way I’d ever be ready to let her go again. No chance I’d survive it. But so much had happened, so many years had passed. Was it even possible that she could still want me the same way I wanted her?

As Delaney’s breathing slowly returned to normal, she turned her head and smiled. Her eyes practically danced with a fire I’d built, and she wasn’t ready to put it out.

“I like the way you think.” I was moving before she’d even finished talking.

This could be my last chance. The last time I got to be with her, and there was no way I was going to let it end now.

Gently moving Delaney, I climbed out of the bath and then held out my hand for her. She took it as she carefully stepped out of the water, and I quickly wrapped her in the soft towel that was hanging on the back of the door.

It was the perfect opportunity to run my hands over her curves once more, and it did nothing to ease the aching erection I still had. Not that I wanted it to.

She smiled at me wryly as I dried her, but then she caught the grin on my face and her eyebrow twitched in question. She didn’t have time to ask it aloud because, without warning, I grabbed her by the hips and had her tossed over one shoulder as I strode out of the bathroom.

“It’s far too early to call it quits. I want to see how many times I can make you come before you beg me to stop,” I told her wickedly as I headed back to the bedroom with absolutely no intention of leaving it for the day.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

DELANEY

Some people say that the harsh light of morning makes them regret the night before, but there was nothing about what we did last night that I’d ever regret.

Trace and I were always an inevitability. Even as teenagers, we’d been unable to resist each other. Obviously, it would happen again when we saw each other as adults.

Our past hung uncomfortably over us, and his whispered suggestion of staying in town lingered in the back of my mind.

It could never work. Of course, it couldn’t. It was just a beautiful dream that we both knew could never happen. But maybe it was the start of Trace realizing that he could be the father that Cade needed him to be. The father my son deserved to have in his life. It wasn’t going to be easy, but if it was something that Cade wanted, we could make it work. And I was starting to think that Trace wasn’t the type of man who wouldn’t give his kid what he wanted. Regardless of what kind of role he played in his life.

With a sigh, I wandered into the kitchen in search of coffee. It was too early in the morning to be trying to fix all my problems. The only one that mattered right now was my need for caffeine.

Setting up the coffee pot was second nature now and hardly required a thought, let alone any effort. It was about the most I was capable of right now.

Trace and I had spent far too much of last night in each other’s arms rather than sleeping. Not that I was really complaining. It had been far too long since a man held me, let alone made it all the way to my bed.

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